AN: I know I said this will be a one-shot, but I couldn't sleep so I wrote a short addendum to the first chapter. I read this once for grammar and spelling mistakes, but I have no guarantees regarding the relevance of the actual content, since my mind's not really all there (it's 6 AM). If I realize later on that it really sucks, I might take it down. So please, please review and let me know what you think. Don't let me embarrass myself more than necessary, yanno?


This is fun, he realized. When he was younger, he had always hoped that Sakura would be do this for him one day. But in his dreams, lilac eyes replaced green ones. And rightfully so, since his feelings for Sakura had long transformed. It felt weird lusting after someone he finally grew to love like a sister.

He wasn't sure how where he stood with Hinata. Though he never kept his relationship a secret, he didn't really know if they were "official" or not. He knew what they had wasn't exactly love at first sight. And despite their first night together, he wasn't always itching to rip her clothes off whenever he saw her. He felt what they had was something more simple. He liked her a lot. She was gentle and patient. When he spoke, she listened and carefully mulled over his words. It was the first time someone took him so seriously. He didn't know if he was in love, but he knew he hated it when she fretted about something and tried to keep it to herself. He worried himself sick whenever she got sick. He had come to expecting her on weekends, rambling to her about how his day went, training with her to the brink of exhaustion and loving it. Frankly, he had grown attached.

He pulled the cinnamon buns out of the oven. This was the first time he was making breakfast for a girl. Hell, it was the first time he was making a meal for anyone. He had woken up three hours earlier than usual, but he didn't mind. She was going on a month-long mission, and he knew he would miss her. Though he knew it wasn't necessary, he hoped that baking her some sweets would help her remember him while they're apart. Food was always the way to a girl's heart, he thought.

"This smells wonderful." He nearly jumped when he heard her voice right beside him. It was amazing no one knew how sneaky she could be.

"Can I try one?"

"Of course, I made them for you." She bit into one daintily.

"It's delicious. Thank you so much!" She continued nibbling on her roll, and he mused at how she sometimes looked more like a small mouse than an young blueblood. But he liked that.

"I'll pack them for you," he said happily. He left one for himself, and put the rest into a bento box.

"Don't forget to drink when you can. Sakura said this'll be the hottest summer Suna's had in ten years."

"Mhm. I will." She quickly gathered the rest of her gear and got ready to say goodbye.

"Thank you, Naruto. The buns were amazing." She kissed him and headed out.

"Be safe! I'll make you more when you get back!" He called out after her.

"I'll miss you…" He said after she was out of earshot.

He retreated back to the kitchen, and examined the bun that he had left for himself. Feeling rather proud of himself, he took a bite.

"Holy shit, this tastes awful…"